Alice Realises Henry's Mind has Broken.

But it did get worse. Marcus pulled out of Henry's cunt with a wet sound, and his brother followed from her mouth, their cocks slick with her juices and their combined seed, and they traded places, taking turns fucking her without pause, one after the other, their hips slapping against her thighs as they used her body like a communal toy, and Henry moaned and screamed, her voice cracking with each orgasm that ripped through her, acting like a cheap slut, her legs spread wide, her mouth hanging open, her eyes rolled back as she came again and again, her body trembling on the floor, a puddle of cum and sweat beneath her, and Alice watched, her own cock throbbing uselessly, her tears flowing freely, as the men laughed and grunted, trading her body back and forth, each one filling her with his seed before the next took his place, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, Marcus pulled out one last time and stood up, his brother following suit, both of them looking down at Henry's ruined form with satisfied smirks, and Marcus said, "We're done with her," and they turned away, leaving Henry sprawled on the bed, Alice's body used and full of their seed, her own voice still whimpering in the aftermath.

Alice sat there, her body trembling, her mind reeling from the violation she had just witnessed and experienced through Henry's eyes, and as the door clicked shut behind Marcus and his brother, she managed to push herself up onto her elbows, her voice hoarse and broken as she looked at Henry's borrowed form, still sprawled on the bed, and asked, "Was it worth it?" and Henry blinked, her eyes glassy, her body still twitching from the relentless assault, "What?" she mumbled, her voice slurred, "Was what worth it?" and Alice felt a fresh wave of tears prick at her eyes, "This," she said, gesturing weakly at the mess of their bodies, the cum and sweat and shame, "Was it worth it to feel what it's like to be a woman?" and Henry stared at her, confusion and exhaustion warring on her face, "I don't understand," she whispered, "I've always been a woman," and Alice let out a bitter, broken laugh, her head falling back against the floor as she stared at the ceiling, realising, that somehow, in the mindless fucking she'd recieved, her mind had broke, it was no longer Henry in Alice's body, but the Alice Henry wanted everyone to belive in.

Alice dragged herself up off the floor, her limbs heavy and useless, until she was close enough to reach out and touch Henry's ankle, her fingers trembling as she wrapped them around the borrowed flesh, "Henry," she whispered, her voice cracking, "Henry, listen to me, you're not a woman, you're Henry, you're a man, you swapped bodies with me, remember? You have to remember who you are, otherwise... I can't be me again" and Henry looked down at her, a slow, confused blink passing over her features before a serene, almost pitying smile spread across her lips, "Oh, sweetie," she cooed, her voice soft and maternal, "I think all that fucking rattled something loose in your head. I've always been Alice. I don't know who this 'Henry' person is, but I'm right here, and I'm fine, just a little sore, I love big black cock so much" and she giggled, a light, airy sound that made Alice's blood run cold, as she sat up and began to inspect her used body with idle curiosity, running her hands over her own thighs and stomach, and the cum that covered it, completely oblivious to the horror dawning on Alice's face.

And despite everything, despite the horror, the violation, the sickening realisation that the woman she'd been was gone, replaced by this vacant, cum-drunk thing wearing her face, Alice felt her own small cock throb, stiff and aching , as she watched Henry's hands slide over her own body, tracing the curves and the mess with a dreamy, self-satisfied smile. It was her body, her breasts, her cunt still dripping with their seed, and Alice's traitorous dick pulsed, a single drop of pre-cum beading at the tip as she stared, her mind screaming even as her flesh responded to the obscene sight of herself being admired by the stranger who had stolen her, and she hated herself for it, hated the way her breath hitched and her hips twitched, hated the wet heat spreading through her own borrowed loins as she watched her body coo and giggle and touch itself, because even now, even knowing what she'd lost, she couldn't look away, couldn't stop the shameful, pathetic hardness that betrayed her disgust.

As if summoned by the very depravity of the moment, the door swung open again, and three more men filed in, their laughter low and knowing as they took in the scene, Alice's body still sprawled on the bed, cooing and touching herself, and the pathetic, trembling form of the real Alice on the floor, her small cock stiff and leaking, and Henry's eyes lit up with a hungry, vacant glee as she pushed herself up on her elbows, her lips parting in a wanton smile, "Oh, more of you," she breathed, her voice dripping with eager need, "please, I need to be filled again, I need to feel all of you inside me," and the men exchanged grins, already unbuckling their belts as they advanced on the bed, their shadows falling over Henry's willing, spread-eagled form, while Alice watched from the floor, her own body trembling with a mixture of horror and that same sick, undeniable arousal, her cock twitching as she heard her own voice beg for more, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it, nothing she could do to reclaim what had been stolen from her.

One of the men, a thick-necked brute with a cruel smirk, broke away from the group advancing on the bed and dropped to his haunches beside Alice, his knees cracking as he settled, his hand reaching out to grab her chin and force her tear-streaked face to look up at him, "What's this, boys?" he called out, his voice a mocking drawl, "We got a live one over here, a real pathetic little cuck, sitting in his own puddle of pre-cum, watching this slut get passed around like a party favour," and he laughed, a low, ugly sound, as he squeezed her jaw, tilting her head to make sure she had a clear view of the bed where the other two men were already positioning themselves, one sliding into her cunt from behind while the other shoved his cock into her mouth, and Henry's borrowed body moaned around the intrusion, her eyes rolling back in bliss, and the man holding Alice's face twisted it back toward him, his thumb brushing roughly over her trembling lower lip, "Look at you, getting hard watching her get used, you sick fucking degenerate," he spat, his breath hot and sour against her cheek, "You're not even a real man not with that thing, a little bitch who can't do anything but watch and jerk off to the sight of a sluts cunt getting wrecked, knowing you can't do that," and Alice whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as his words cut through her, her cock twitching and leaking another pathetic drop of clear fluid onto the floor, her shame and arousal so intertwined she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began, and the man released her chin with a shove that sent her sprawling back onto the cold floor, leaving her to watch as the men on the bed took turns using her body, her own voice crying out in pleasure, while she lay there, broken and hard, a captive audience to her own destruction.

And that's how the rest of the night played out, a blur of sweat and grunts and the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, as a seemingly endless parade of men took their pleasure with Henry's willing, borrowed body, each new arrival greeted with her eager moans and spread legs, her cunt and mouth never empty for more than a few seconds at a time, while Alice lay on the floor, her cock hard and ignored, forced to watch as her own form was passed from man to man, fucked into a state of blissful submission that left her limp and compliant, her body accepting every inch of every cock with grateful, hungry need, and by the time the first grey light of dawn crept through the windows, Henry was a wreck of spent pleasure, her thighs slick and her lips bruised, her body finally still and twitching with aftershocks as the last man pulled out and left her there, a used and satisfied hole, while Alice remained on the floor, her cock still painfully hard, her mind a shattered mess of jealousy and arousal and the terrifying knowledge that she had watched her own body achieve a level of ecstasy she had never known, that her rep was certainly in tatters now, not that it mattered, she was still stuck as Henry, and he has his own problems, worse problems.